Lyrics Iceberg Slim - Sean Leon

Iceberg Slim

I dick her down and then I dip
Don’t stick around, don’t stop to think it slow me down
With the 'fro out, bitch I’m pimpin' your bitch fuckin' for the clout
No, you didn’t feel me but you feelin' different now
I know you didn’t feel me but you feelin' different now
Why you frontin' like we close my nigga?
(damn)
We just took a pic, I ain’t your bro my nigga (damn)
Hood rich off the flip could get the quote my nigga
Got no sleep at night, made my dreams my real life nigga (Yeah)
Whippin' up the dope, its my elixir
Got them hoes inside the kitchen and they both just steady whippin' from the
snow
Convos with models, they think that we’re dating
Woo!
She look away 'cause I’m intimidating
I dick her down and then I dip
Don’t stick around, don’t stop to think it slow me down
With the 'fro out, bitch I’m pimpin' your bitch fuckin' for the clout
No, you didn’t feel me but you feelin' different now
I know you didn’t feel me but you feelin' different now
Ayy, I just hit a lick, I ain’t missing you
Two bitches and they friends tongue kissing
Hop up on the plane, go missing
Woke up far away, felt different
Baby mama spoiled, still bitchin', ayy
I admit it if I said it I meant it, ayy
Cut off all my hoes, I felt different, ayy
Had to cut off all my hoes, I felt different
(what got you feelin' different? Ayy)
Ooh, I guess the feeling different
Ahh, I guess they’re feeling different
Ahh, guess what?
I’m still indifferent
Ahh, guess what?
I’m still indifferent (Parkdale Cartel)
I got her slaving for the dick
This bitch be crazy for the dick
If she don’t make a nigga rich
I don’t need that fucking bitch
And I don’t need no fucking friends
When I’m counting all this money
I don’t need no fucking friends
When I’m counting all my money
And I could have bought a Benz
But I cut off all my friends
Then I ran up on a cheque
Got Adidas cutting cheques
Had to cool it with the checks
But I copped these Off-Whites
For them off-site meetings
Getting home to big bags
Getting to the big bags
Yeah, in the big leagues
These niggas got to feel me
(Parkdale Cartel)
I got her slaving for the dick
This bitch be crazy for dick
If she don’t make a nigga rich
I don’t need that fucking bitch
I don’t need that fucking-
I don’t need that fucking-
I don’t need that fucking bi-
I don’t need no fucking- (feeling different now)
(okay I’ma be the bad guy)
Drop my daughter off at school
(okay I’ma be the bad guy)
Make an upload to the cloud
(okay I’ma be the bad guy)
Come back down to racks
(okay I’ma be the bad guy)
Raking in these racks (I won’t lose hey)
No middle man, no meddling no
(Can't lose you) no settling
New tings trying to settle in
(I won’t lose hey) I got several of them
(I can’t lose) the cameras outside when I slide
I can’t lose hey, can’t lose you
The cameras outside when I slide
I won’t lose hey, can’t lose
I won’t lose hey, can’t lose you
I won’t lose hey, can’t lose
Can’t lose you, I won’t lose hey
Can’t lose, can’t lose, won’t lose
What I’m gonna do?
Other than what I do
I can’t lose, I won’t lose hey
I got her slaving for the dick
This bitch be crazy for the dick
If she don’t make a nigga rich
I don’t need that fucking bitch
And I don’t need no fucking friends
When I’m counting all this money
I don’t need no fucking friends
When I’m counting all my money